[Oh, great. Great. He can hardly bring himself to imagine what the weapon might be. Is it heavier than the hammer? More powerful than Judgement? What would Cross pick!? Another gun? A cannon? A TANK? Infinite supply of Romanée-Conti!? (No, not that, he'd keep that to himself...) Curse the Initiative, whatever they gave him! This is going to hurt, he's sure of it.
—But he won't quail! NO IS HIS FINAL ANSWER. He hasn't seen Cross in seven very long months, he didn't want to see Cross, and this is absolute nonsense! He won't put up with it.]
No, I refuse! After all this time— you finally show your face, and you can't even be arsed to do it in-person! And this is all you have to say?
[He straightens his shoulders and squares his jaw, and pulls the tablet closer. He's serious, here! THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DISCUSS.] If you haven't anything worthwhile to say, I'm going to turn this tablet off, Master!
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—But he won't quail! NO IS HIS FINAL ANSWER. He hasn't seen Cross in seven very long months, he didn't want to see Cross, and this is absolute nonsense! He won't put up with it.]
No, I refuse! After all this time— you finally show your face, and you can't even be arsed to do it in-person! And this is all you have to say?
[He straightens his shoulders and squares his jaw, and pulls the tablet closer. He's serious, here! THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DISCUSS.] If you haven't anything worthwhile to say, I'm going to turn this tablet off, Master!